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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Summering in Canadian Backwoods

Often we lay out half the night watching the glories of the Northern Lights, listening to the weird laughter of the loons out in the lake, or simply enjoying the beauty of the brilliant stars and the indescribable, calm wonder of the Muskoka night. When the moon was bright we would sometimes steal out in the canoes and pass silently along the shores of the mainland, peering into the blackness of the great forests, or coasting along from island to island past the glimmering ashes of other campfires and the rows of little white tents shining in the moonlight.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Summering in Canadian Backwoods

Every island sends its contribution⁠—skiffs, boats, sailboats, sedate family boats with three pairs of oars, mackinawa with white sails light in the fresh breeze⁠—all sorts and kinds speeding across the lake and converging to the point of Yoho, where the wharf makes landing easy, What a picture they make in the brilliant sunshine, and what a singular charm the fleet of graceful, slender-nosed canoes lends to it all.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood Summering in Canadian Backwoods

Soon there will be no sound but the splash and drip round the grey Laurentian rocks that fringe every island and run out here and there into dangerous jagged reefs. But, perhaps, if your ears are trained to the necessary degree, you may catch that faint indescribable murmur of the forest life coming down to drink, the bestirring of countless slender legs, the shaking of furry bodies, and the tread of small feet and hoofs on the moss and pine needles. For with the setting of the sun the forest life rises and moves. It travels by night and rests by day.
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